You were a
Violent violet,
Plunging,
Marooned,
Charging out to
Clash against the tides and
Roar.

But I,
I haven’t the heart anymore
To thunder,
And rage;
I was pounded smooth by the waves
Long years
Ago.

Yet you
Lunge,
As angry as you are
Pummeled,
Cursing loud and breaking
Open, pouring out
The terror implored—

Come
Here.

There is no land that way;
Trust me,
It is only endless
Sea.

Come
Here.

I have broke bread with devils,
And slept with serpents, in their
Warrens and
Balls;
I have bore my face upward,
Craning to see the darkness
Before moment
Of devour;
I have withered
And shiver
Beneath the crack of
Midnight come.

Come
Here.

I will be less comforting
Than all your hate,
Than your all including
Fury, your hot,
Twisting
Wildfire
Burning,

Yes,
I know
The downy bed
That can be
Wrath,
Very well.

But,
I can dress you,
And comb your hair,
And lessen
The trembling ire,
The litany of shadows
That abashes you
In your dreams,
Bleakness,
So near.

Come
Here.

This shore
Is wide enough,
To cradle you,
To hold you up—

Come
Here,

While your life
Is still
Young, (dip your cup),
And your hope
Still
Tough.

The depth
Calls to you,
But all that exists
In that well
Of deep
Abyss

Is bitter,
Choking
Death.

Trust.

Draw near.

Come
Here.

Come
Here.

Let me swallow,
All your
Cruelty,
All your bloodshed,
All that ardent
Savageness.
All the

Fear.

Come,

Come,

Come whining,

Come howling,

Come stumbling,

Come blundering

Confused
Blinded
Hungry

Come near.

I will be resounding,
I will be beckoning,
I will be opening,
Unfolding,
Bending down
To greet you smiling,

Do not
Fear.

I’m here.

I’m here.

At last

You’re
Here.

You made it.